After hearing these words, Song Ziyu fell into a brief silence.
Suddenly, Song Ziyu realized that immortality was not a good thing for a race.
As far as human beings are concerned, they have experienced countless wars and two great wars before destruction, but there is no way to continue such things as hatred.
Generally speaking, after the two or three generations who experienced the war die, many things fade away.
Coupled with the distortion of history and intentional misleading of education, a generation that has not experienced war will generally be indifferent to hatred.
On the contrary, if there is strong cultural misunderstanding, it is not impossible for people to recognize thieves as their fathers... This is the case for those *** who wear kimonos and walk on the streets of Nanjing.
In comparison, zombies are extraordinary!
These guys have almost endless lives, so their obsession with hatred will continue with little chance of dissolving.
After a short period of repair in Dubphis, the convoy passed through the pyramid complex and continued heading north.
The surrounding scenery has changed slightly, the vegetation has begun to become lush, and some huge trees have gradually grown in size!
finally!
After half a month of trekking, a snow mountain appeared in the oasis!
That's right!
In the oasis surrounded by desert and giant vegetation, a snow-capped mountain actually stands.
"Here, the end of our journey, the Dark Temple." Vermeer introduced.
"Where should we go next? Directly up the mountain?"
Song Ziyu knew that the meaty drama was coming, and he would definitely face some extraordinary scenes next.
Unlike other members of the Blood Fang team who were nervous, Song Ziyu was relatively relaxed and even a little excited.
Although he didn’t know where the excitement came from, the closer Song Ziyu got to the holy mountain, the more he felt like he was revisiting his old place.
The major clans along the way had already heard the news about Vermeer and his party, so as soon as the convoy arrived at the Holy Mountain, they were greeted by a large group of nobles from the major clans stationed in the temple.
As a saint assigned by the church, Vermeer naturally had to come forward to see everyone.
But Song Ziyu soon discovered a problem.
It's not that Vermeer is a saint, so her status in the main church is so prominent.
At least Song Ziyu saw Vermeer curtsying to several guys.
It can be seen from this that Vermeer’s identity is only so-so.
When Vermeer came back, Song Ziyu joked: "As a saint in the church, why do you have to kowtow to others and greet the wind? You make yourself look like a receptionist."
Vermeer sighed and said: "The situation is different. When I am outside, I naturally represent the Holy Church, and my status is indescribably noble. But after I come back here, there are many people with higher ranks and abilities than me. Besides, , I am not the only saint."
While he was talking, a red voice rushed down from the snow-capped mountains.
It turned out to be a young man wearing a red robe and looking pale.
Even from a distance of several hundred meters, Song Ziyu could sense the evil charm and arrogance of this young man.
"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." Vermeer's face turned a little unkind, and his body couldn't help but move closer to Song Ziyu.
"Are you scared?"
Song Ziyu felt curious.
"This guy is disgusting!" Vermeer said through gritted teeth.
"This guy seems to be a man. Is this also a saint?"
Song Ziyu said: "Is your church so open that gender transcends recognition?"
Vermeer said with a dark face: "Is it possible that in addition to the saint, there is also a saint in the church?"
While he was talking, a young man in red clothes appeared in front of Vermeer like a giant pig bug with wings.
The chubby zombie grinned and said, "Vermeer, as soon as I heard that you were back, I went into seclusion and came out to see you."
As he spoke, the chubby zombie stretched out his hands to greet Vermeer's butt.
"Dracula, please respect yourself." Vermeer hid behind Song Ziyu, exposing Song Ziyu to Dracula's dirty hands.
Seeing the thick corpse claws grabbing at her private parts, Song Ziyu stretched out her hand to block it with disgust.
"What are you doing?" Song Ziyu asked, "Are there any rules?"
"Um?"
Dracula missed a single blow, his expression instantly turned ferocious, and the corpse claws on his hands also left several sharp bone blades, slashing towards Song Ziyu's palm!
Song Ziyu is not a vegetarian, and his palms are already harder than gold and iron.
Dracula's original intention was to remove Song Ziyu's entire arm, but unexpectedly, it seemed to be removed on a steel plate. The other people's arms were fine, but his own bone blade cracked due to the impact.
"What's the matter, osteoporosis?"
Song Ziyu slowly retracted his arm, and then said: "Your situation is called calcium deficiency. Eat more sticks to replenish your bones."
"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this?" The chubby zombie saw that he couldn't take advantage of the force, so he started to show off.
Song Ziyu sneered: "Who the hell are you? How dare you show me shame!"
"I, Dracula, the Holy Son of the Dark Temple, who are you?"
The chubby zombie shouted.
"You don't even know who I am, so you dare to mess with me?" Song Ziyu didn't give any face to this so-called holy son.
When I came to this Dark Temple this time, I had already made plans to fight with those old monsters. If I was intimidated in front of this little Karami, what would I do in the next levels?
Are you ready to break in?
Therefore, Song Ziyu acted very strong, so strong that Vermeer beside him was stunned for a while.
"Asshole, are you trying to challenge me?"
Dracula gave a cold shout, his split mouth revealing terrifying fangs.
Song Ziyu smiled and said, "That's exactly what I meant!"
"Then let's fight to the death!"
Dracula said: "Vermeer is mine, you, a low-ranking person, don't even think about competing with me!"
After hearing this, Song Ziyu understood where this guy's jealousy came from.
At this time, Vermeer said: "Dracula, I advise you not to take action, because you are no match for Don Quixote."
"Which clan is Don Quixote from? I've never heard of this name before?" Dracula sneered: "Vermeer, do you feel sorry for this bastard of yours?"
Vermeer gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death!"
"What a joke! Will I be beaten to death? Except for those old guys, there are not many people on the Holy Mountain who dare to say that they can beat me to death!" Dracula was very arrogant.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you!" Vermeer's face was cold, and there was a desire to succeed in his eyes.
Song Ziyu glanced at Vermeer and understood.
This chick is using herself as a shield!
